June 14, 2012 Leave a comment
ALL relationships end. Let’s not fool ourselves into thinking otherwise. Accepting that truth now will save us from further pain. When unions do end, should we feel that we failed?
There are many reasons why relationships end — one or the other may have found someone new and better, or maybe, they just grew tired of each other. Mine ended by force majeure.
Force majeure (/ˌfɔrs/fors, /ˌfɔərs mɑːˈʒɜr/mah-zhur, or /məˈʒɜr/mə-zhur; French pronunciation: [fɔʁs maʒœʁ]) or vis major (Latin) “superior force”, also known as cas fortuit (French) or casus fortuitus (Latin) “chance occurrence, unavoidable accident”, is a common clause in contracts that essentially frees both parties from liability or obligation when an extraordinary event or circumstance beyond the control of the parties, such as war, strike, riot, crime, or an event described by the legal term act of God (such as hurricane, flooding, earthquake, volcanic eruption, etc.), prevents one or both parties from fulfilling their obligations under the contract.
An apt definition, albeit, in lieu of the terms ‘contract/s’, ours was more like a mutual liking for each other — a symbiosis. I really do not wanna delve too much on the specifics of the relationship. I’d rather leave those memories untouched.
Our tragic parting of ways happened last 12 June 2012, barely two days ago. June 12 is celebrated in the Philippines as Independence Day. I dunno, was the date an eerie foreboding? Are we secretly longing for ‘independence’ from each other, in order for us to explore other partners?
I never intended to lose her. It just happened… or maybe, I allowed it to happen. I was overly confident that no matter how loosely I held on to her, she’ll stay. I didn’t see it coming…
We were both happily taking in the sights of El Nido in Palawan, when everything took a literal downward spiral. The tides of change suddenly fell upon us, gripping me in abject horror. I tried to pull her toward me to shield her from the onslaught, but to no avail… in the face of the strong riptide, I saw her tears slowly envelop her being. When she finally cracked and let out her dying breath, I witnessed the images — memories of that fateful day — fade to gray. I managed to clung to her tightly, just to keep her together until we were safely back on shore… but all my efforts were too late. She died in my arms.
I admit it. I took her for granted. Neglected her. Never mindful of her well-being. My uncaring behavior took its toll on her, making her vulnerable even to the slightest ‘change in the weather’.
I do not want my grief to linger. It had been her joy to provide me with lasting and happy images of the adventures we had together… and being happy looking at the images she left me, is the greatest honor I can give her.
After almost fifteen years of being together, I now say goodbye to you…